I’m back at it after I tweaked my hip flexor again last week. This time it was for a totally legit reason: wildlife and firearms. Let’s just say that said wildlife had sharp teeth and instead of returning my fire it decided to chase me, which required me to run while hurdling various obstacles. I ran like LoLo, y’all.

Speaking of LoLo, I’m a big fan and I’m totally bummed that she missed out on a medal this time around. However, anyone that practices one thing for six hours a day, six days a week for twelve years and never gives up is a winner in my book. So I tacked a picture of LoLo in full flight up on my gym wall for inspiration. Today when I was rowing I got into the 500/250 meter repeats and I totally wanted to give up. I fell into the rowing pain hole and I had the overwhelming desire to just climb out and never go back. I looked up at the picture and I thought, “What would LoLo do?” She wouldn’t quit, that’s what. So I didn’t either and what do you know, I didn’t die.